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McLaggen's party was still in the swing of things when the clock struck midnight, and Albus was having trouble finding Rose through the crowds of drunken bodies and dark corners that seemed to fill the estate. Craning his neck over crowds Albus couldn't help but wish he was a little bit taller, he wasn't a short person but he did miss that particularly Weasley gene.
Catching sight of her fiery red hair Albus pushed through the see of bodies to find Rose giggling girlishly on one of the reclining chairs while Jeffery Cornwall planted drunk kisses along her neck and collar. Gross, Albus thought.
Clearing his throat Albus approached the couple. 'Oi, princess it's time to go,' he called out over the noise of the band. Rose gave him a nod before whispering something seductively into Jeffery's ear. Whatever she said worked because Jeffery got up in a hurry and headed towards the drinks station with a goofy smile.
'What did you say to him?' Albus asked after they'd received their party gifts in goodbye.
'I told him to get me another drink and then we could find somewhere a little more private to continue our conversation,' she smirked, shrinking the party favours so they'd fit into her handbag.
'Must have been a riveting conversation,' Albus replied dryly. 'Sorry to take you away from that.'
'Well it's not my night now is it,' she said, linking her arm through Albus's. 'Tonight is your Cinderella story,' she smirked before apparating them into a small alley way.
Dusting himself off Albus attempted smooth down his hair, beginning to feel the butterflies in his stomach. 'How far are we?' He asked.
'It's just down this road here,' Rose said, sticking her head out onto the street to look around. 'Ready?' she asked, taking Albus's hand.
'As ready as I'll ever be,' was Albus's reply as they made their way down the road.
The club was called Purgatory and was situated on a quieter street in one of the centre neighbourhoods of London, it didn't look like much from the outside but Albus could hear the thumping base of muggle music and laughter. Swallowing the lump in his throat Albus gave Rose's hand a quick squeeze before opening the door.
Inside of the club was dark with black painted walls and red and white lights flashing in time to the music. The main part of the room was taken up by the dance floor that was filled with young men moving together in time to the music. Albus wondered what it would be like to dance with another man like that; the sensual about it got Albus's heart thumping in anticipation.
Rose nudged him in the side. 'What do you want to do?' she asked, looking a little out of place in a testosterone fuelled club. Realising he had to take the lead Albus gestured to the bar.
'How about we get a drink and scope out the scene?' he suggested with a wink, hiding his own nerves. Rose nodded in agreement with a relieved smile, happy not to be left standing in the doorway.
Taking a seat at the bar Rose ordered the two of them some shots of tequila and handed one over to Albus, who eyed it warily.
'It's liquid courage,' she told him, downing hers in one go. Thinking he could use all the courage he could get Albus followed suit.
Coughing as it burned down his chest Albus winced as he put the glass down, deciding he didn't need any more courage than that. Rose hailed down the bartender again, before turning to Albus.
'See anyone you like?' she asked slyly, taking her bright pink drink that came with a tiny umbrella in it.
'Some,' he admitted, blushing a little bit. Now that he was finally here Albus found his nerves had got a hold of him making his stomach flutter every time he entertained the thought of public approaching another man.
'I don't mean to interrupt,' the bartender said, leaning over onto the bench. 'But this is your first time here isn't it?' he asked Albus through his thick Scottish accent and dark beard.
'Is it that obvious?' Albus asked with a friendly smile. The bartender just smirked.
'Round his time of year we get all you young boys fresh out of school,' he said, wiping down the bench with an old rag. 'I'll tell you want I told the other one that came in tonight,' he continued. 'Just go dance and enjoy yourself, but be careful who you go home with alright?' he smirked. Albus smiled and looked towards the dance floor.
'Go on Albus,' Rose urged. 'I'm going to sit here and order another one of these,' she smiled, waving around the empty glass. Laughing the bartender handed her another.
'On the house sweetheart,' he winked.
Albus cautiously wriggled his way onto the dance floor and let the beat take over his body. He'd never been a bad dancer, but had always felt awkward when thrown onto girls at parties who'd slip up against him in a way that had always reminded him of a lion circling its prey. Now it was a lot different, it felt much better. Bodies moving together all around him as arms slid around necks and people grinded together playfully as the music changed tempo.
Smiling happily Albus let a dark boy run his hands across his chest, and another took a firm grab of his arse. It riled him up to no end that he could dance with other men in such a way. Sweaty but happy Albus remerged from the sea of people and took his seat besides Rose again.
'Having fun out there kid?' the bar keeper laughed, handing him another drink. Albus nodded enthusiastically.
'You sure looked like it,' Rose said with a wink. Albus laughed joyfully.
'I feel like a kid in a candy store who's been eating vegetables his whole life,' he replied with his own wink. Gulping up his drink thirstily Albus could feel the alcohol begin to make its way through his systems and the buzz was urging him back to the dance floor. Seeming to read his mind Rose collected up her bags.
'I'm going to head off okay?' she smiled giving him a kiss on the cheek. 'You seem to be doing fine on your own, plus there are things that cousins should just not see,' she laughed. Albus said his goodbyes and made a move for the floor again. Half way there Albus was stopped by a tap on his back. Albus turned to find Scorpius Malfoy perched on a bar seat, swirling a glass of dark liquor.
'Can I buy you a drink?' he asked with his smooth voice.
Albus found himself a little lost for words as he sized up the man. Albus had never had much to do with Malfoy throughout his school years but he knew the other man was widely regarded as the best looking in the grade. And Albus could see now why people thought so, the man's grey eyes were probably enough to send anyone weak at the knees. His judgement must have become a little hazy after that last drink, because he took the seat beside the blonde and the glass he offered him
'Cheer,' Scorpius said lifting he glass up to meet Albus's.
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